This is a space for me to write, share my words and play with poetry. You are very welcome here.

Main menu

Post navigation

First landing

The first night in orbit, I dreamt I was the moon. I dreamt that the beings down there – and what would they be? Would they be recognisable as life? – gazed up and saw my face, cold and white and beautiful, and worshipped me.

I didn’t tell the rest of the crew about my dream, but I carried it with me through the days that followed, as we scanned the landscape below us, looking for variations in temperature, in colour; mapping oceans and continents. I carried it with me as I put on my spacesuit and strapped myself into the pod that would take us down there, to see it all for ourselves.

As I stepped from the pod, I looked up. The ship was there, reassuring, glowing. Not a moon, but a new star in an alien sky. Who else had seen it?

My offering for the Prosery prompt at dVerse. I’m hosting there tonight. Our prompt phrase is “I dreamt I was the moon”, from Full Moon by Alice Oswald.

I’m so glad you fixed the link, Sarah, as I was able to read it on Facebook but not via Mr Linky! This is a fabulous flash odyssey. I love the moon’s face ’cold and white and beautiful’ and the idea of being worshipped by the beings below. I also like the contrast between the dream and the ‘reality’ of the exploration, and the glowing spaceship, ‘a new star in an alien sky’. I want to meet your alien!